Reclaiming MY Pregnant Body

Look, I get it – people love babies. People love the thought of babies. The creation of life is an absolute miracle and I am so incredibly thankful that I have had the privilege to bring life into this world. It still baffles me, that MY body was capable of such a feat. Although, pregnancy was not the jam!

My body created a human being.

My body nourished and nurtured a baby.

My body delivered said baby.

My body…my body…my body…my bod…my bo…my b…my, My, MY…

Emphasis on the word: My.

Why is it that the second it is obvious that you are creating a life, people feel entitled to your body?

When did housing a baby mean that you lose all rights to personal space? (Because voluntarily giving it up internally isn’t enough and overwhelming already.)

No – I don’t OWE you a picture.

No – you don’t get to analyze what I’m eating.

No – you don’t get an opinion on my purchases while we’re waiting to checkout.

No – you don’t get to ask me what’s in my water bottle.

No – you can’t just touch my belly.

If you wouldn’t do it before I was pregnant…don’t do it now. If you won’t do it after I’m pregnant…don’t do it now.